I don’t know about anyone else, but every so often I will come up with a killer (IMO) blog post idea or title and I will jot it down somewhere and then promptly forget what the blog post was going to be about. However, and I can take no credit for this idea at all, I stumbled across a blog post and well it inspired this one. So I present to you all a list of blog posts I haven’t and probably never will get around to writing:
Can’t stop eating
I seem to suffer from this problem monthly, so I can’t promise this may not one day make it into a post. I can sense your excitement 😛
So much for taking things slow
Nope, no idea… can’t even remember which of my failed relationships this was about. However, looking at the next possible title on my list I am going to assume Raoul.
I got married on my 30th birthday – nope not a hope in hell
I feel the theme for this one would probably have been some sort of mid-life crisis. Brought on by the fact I am single, well was at the time, childless and hurtling towards 30.
At least I can be glad I didn’t waste my time writing this one!
Not a complete shocker of a topic for me to write a blog post about, but as my notes on this post include one-word “hospital” I have no idea where this post would have taken us, and now we will never know 🙁
Hate this game playing
I feel this will have been to do with online dating. I did at the time, and I still do hate the game playing that goes into dating someone. Even when you are not into big games, I am still aware that occasionally games have to be played.
Does he like me
Ha ha, an ongoing dilemma in my life. However, having seen most of these topics are about men? I really need to give my strong, independent ass a talking to. I am better than this, and I do not need a relationship to define me.
I’m waiting for him to go
Yep, I think this was supposed to be about Raoul. However, rather than dither about a missed blog post, I am going to rejoice in the fact that I clearly knew something was wrong, as I was worrying about him leaving. Let’s celebrate that!
My first mistake was buying a thong
I have no idea where I was going with this, but I am kinda sad I never got it written. I feel this would be one to show the grandkids 😉
That horrifying moment you realise you are Bridget Jones – only without her successful love life.
I can remember when I came up with this idea, I had just finished reading Bridget Jones and I realised I was jealous of the SPOILER ALERT widowed Bridget with two children. I think this was probably following on from another horrific date.
It will come
I am confident it will… no idea what it is though! :S
Letting go of the past so it doesn’t affect the future.
Something I am working on daily, but probably won’t be turning it into a blog post.
10 reasons I know I am single.
This has never been written as I only managed one reason:
- On putting on a skirt I realised my legs were hairier than I realised… so I shaved only the bits that were visible between the skirt and top of the knee high boots.
Then I started dating S, and yes, the reason that one point was written is because I actually did it.
I don’t trust him… but that’s ok
This was about S. It was inspired by one of our very deep heart to hearts that we have. I asked him if he trusted me and he said no. I was hurt. He asked me if I trusted him and I hesitated before saying yes. He, rightly, pointed out that if I did trust him I should have been able to answer without the hesitating and I came clean and admitted that as much as I wanted to trust him, my past made me cautious. Rather than grumping about it, he pointed out that that was ok. We were strangers who had met online and it would take time for the trust to come.
He’s actually quite smart that man of mine.
Loading the deck in his favour
This is something I am very aware I do with S, something I haven’t done previously, but with S I intentionally don’t set him up to fail. The best example of this is my birthday. I didn’t want to invite him and he be busy or say no, as I knew that would upset me and I would start to doubt how much he cared, and his intentions etc. So I made plans without him. Which spectacularly backfired when he admitted he had wanted to spend my day with me. But I would rather, and needed, for him to not be with me and want to, than me wanting him to be with me and not making it. Especially as I had no idea how I would cope without Dad.
However, I have now broken this rule and asked him to spend New Years with me. I don’t know what he will say and I am a little worried – I feel that may be a future blog post.
t’s not a big deal but… eek!
This one at least got partially written. “I am aware that it’s been a while since you have any sort of update on how things are going with S. In fact, in complete honest, it’s been a while since you had any sort of update. But hopefully this is now me back in the saddle, getting my life back in control and regular blogging will hopefully occur as a result of this. Being totally honest the last few months have been utterly shite. Every time I thought I had reached rock bottom something would happen and I discovered that I was wrong, there was even further to fall….”
Like the rest, it never got finished.